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"Mmhm, that will do fine," Isla assures Sunjata with a bright smile, busy gathering the sheets and pillowcases and also squashing them into the hamper. Once they're done - and Isla has to 'persuade' the last of the sheets inside, a feat which almost has her falling in herself - she offers the Flood a cheeky grin and gestures for the operating room. "Alright, let's go," she says, leading the way in and gathering together the supplies to sanitise it all. Only to audibly gasp when he mentions twins. "No you did not," she says, straightening up to beam at him, sweeping over to hug him in congratulations. "That's amazing. Tell me everything," she gushes as she steps back. "What are their names? How old are they?" ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die